“Amochol is dead,” I said to Boyd.

He looked at me with lack-lustre eyes, nodding. We marched on along the trail by which we had arrived.

For five miles we proceeded in silence, my Indians flanking the file of riflemen. Then Boyd gave the signal to halt, and sent forward the Sagamore, the Grey-Feather, and Tahoontowhee to inform the General that we would await the army in this place.

The Indians, so coolly taken from my command, had gone ere I came up from the rear to find what Boyd had done.

“Are you mad?” I exclaimed, losing my temper, “Do you propose to halt here at the very mouth of the hornet’s nest?”

He did not rebuke me for such gross lack of discipline and respect —